Bride of the HP Dragon

Pansy had never seen Draco so angry.

It wasn't about the anger itself, but the extent of his outbursts was astonishing.Draco had never been the type to growl or yell loudly.His rage was icy, containing a cold expression and a biting reprimand, traits that were so well known that his fellow students would simply resign themselves to silence.

He's never agitated or lukewarm, but usually when provoked he can go from normal to cold in a short amount of time.

But not this evening, when he was dumbfounded and then reacted with rage.

His rage hit Pansy like a scorching desert storm, and she was almost speechless, but Draco's reaction was enough.She stammered out an explanation, wincing when his angry gray eyes seemed to burn her retinas.When it was all over, she stood by his desk, clasped her hands in front of her, because she didn't know where to put them.

There was an awkwardly long silence, and for the first time since they had grown up together, Pansy was afraid of Draco.

"Draco, I know I..."

"To shut up."

The disgust in his tone brought Pansy to tears, and when Draco stood up and walked to the table, Pansy had to resist the urge to avoid it.Before, he was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.

"I think I'm getting the point," Draco was muttering rather than to her, "Pansy darling, you gotta ask some questions and pretend you didn't tell me anything. "

He waited until she had the courage to look at him before continuing.

"Downstairs for dinner. The headmaster is back and apparently he wants to see the last meal of the year at one table with the few remaining students." He paused to scoff at the idea: "If anyone asks Where is me or Goyle or Blaise, you tell them we boys are collectively protesting this unpopular new seating arrangement. That's all you need to know. If they send someone to us, that's fine. After dinner, you Stay in your room and don't open the door to anyone but me, Professor Snape and the Headmaster. Parkinson, do you hear me?"

"Yes."

"As soon as you get home tomorrow, you'll be responsible for your parents. I bet if your father was awake for five minutes, he'd be horrified to discover that his daughter is a complete idiot."

From now on, every day and every occasion, she will sternly refute him with the same words he just said.

That's not tonight, and she ends up with another faint "yes."

"Now, to answer the question," he sat down, looking as if his strength had been exhausted with anger: "Where did Zabini take Goyle?"

She hesitated. "I don't really know where they might have gone, but I know how Zabini got there."

Draco looked at her complicatedly with curiosity and foreboding: "How the hell do you know?"

Pansy didn't look at him again, because she felt she couldn't stand the condemnation in his eyes: "Goyle wasn't Blaise's first choice, you know...it was me."

"You?" Draco snorted coldly, turning his head and laughing.

Pansy was so angry that she forgot she was flinching before: "Yes, it was me! Is it hard to imagine?"

Draco looked at her meaningfully, then calmly picked up a thick hardcover arithmetic and divination textbook from the bedside table, and slammed it into the mirror on the desk.The mirror shattered in response, the fragments scattered all over the table, and the tiny fragments bounced off and spread all over the floor.

Pansy screamed and leaned against the door.

"Voldemort is at the end of his rope, so he is willing to let a girl who will be scared when she sees a smashed book join the Death Eaters?" Draco asked very calmly.

Pansy wiped away tears and lost control: "I won't guess what Voldemort thinks, but I can get Blaise's approval, he sees my potential."

Draco shook his head: "He saw someone being tricked by his nonsense. Pansy, you have no potential, and you must be disciplined." Draco looked at her with pity: "You know the consequences?"

She closed her eyes: "I hate you."

"Very well, where did he take you?"

"There was... a tree in the Forbidden Forest, and the Death Eaters gave Blaise a portkey. I haven't seen it, but I know it's what he used to get around. He took me to see their Where to hide, I changed my mind..."

When Pansy opened her eyes, Draco was standing in front of her, he held her shoulder and shook gently, this time she wasn't afraid anymore, because now there was only worry in his eyes.

"Do you know what he'll do to you if you refuse to join?"

"Yes, I know! I can't explain it, I'm scared! I don't want to go on, my only option is to convince him that I'm not a good candidate, I want to sabotage his plans, but in the end I put things down for this Fucked up. He knew Goyle liked me and I said it was either him or me and the two of us couldn't join because it would be a distraction. Draco, he believed it! So lo and behold, Greg replaced My seat, it's all my fault." She covered her mouth and sobbed.

Draco must have felt that punishment was enough for her, because he hugged her and she buried herself in his chest and closed her eyes tightly.

"Anyway, Goyle is gone, I think you could have changed his mind." Draco's tone was helpless.

They were talking about choice, Pansy realized, or about the illusion of choice.

Sometimes it's a Slytherin trait.

She let out a long breath: "Is there a difference between Goyle and I who don't try our best? If Blaise trusts us enough to tell us who he is, he will get our obedience. Who said that once he can't control what we want?" The desire to break away, he won't kill us?"

"When did Blaise tell you he was recruiting for Voldemort?" Draco asked.

"He told Goyle after the Dark Mark appeared in Hogsmeade a week before the graduation party."

"Has Goyle talked to you about this?"

"No, until Blaise wanted him. The original object was yours, you know? The object has always been you, Gore and I are just candidates, but Blaise said you can't be trusted."

Pansy couldn't see his face, but Draco was morose as he patted her on the back.

"He was right."

"What are we going to do? We can't tell Dumbledore that Greg will be sent to prison!"

"Not if I bring him back."

She looked up at him in horror: "What? You don't want to go alone!"

Draco now had a recruiter's name, all he needed to do was walk out of the room, to the fire in the common room, and ask to speak to Arthur Weasley.

Then he'd be free, he'd get his own home, his inheritance and his own life back, and he'd get a chance at a future with Hermione.

But he can't do that yet, he has to bring Gore back first.Telling Blaise would get Pansy involved and eventually put Goyle in jail.As he tries to make up for his father's mistakes, if there's one thing left of his past, it's his friends.

"I can handle Blaise."

Pansy didn't believe it: "Forget that Bryce you know, you don't know his abilities. He's madly jealous of you, what if Goyle doesn't come back with you? You didn't see him when he left, he made up his mind !"

Draco snarled, "He's not coming back, damn it. If it was necessary to knock the son of a bitch home and drag him home, I would. Don't worry about Zabini, he can't hurt me."

She looked at his face carefully, but couldn't see the clue: "What do you mean? I don't believe he will let you leave with Gore!"

Draco flexed a muscle in his left shoulder. Six years of injury had hindered his athletic career, but today, he was glad he had been injured.

"Just as he owes me."

Ginny Weasley brushed her long hair into a ponytail and walked out of the Gryffindor Tower exit.She almost bumped into Harry, who was standing right where the portrait exited, and dropped her metal barrette to the floor.

"Harry? I thought you had gone downstairs for dinner."

Harry stared at her for a moment, then bent to pick up her hairpin. "I need to talk to Hermione. She's still in the room, isn't she?"

"Thank you." Ginny took the hairpin and braided her hair: "She is packing, are you waiting for her?"

"Yeah, it seems like it took her a long time."

Ginny knew Harry as she knew herself, but at this moment, she didn't know him, and the realization unnerved her: "Is everything all right?" she asked.

When he is in trouble, he will be very cautious.

Harry reassured her with a relaxed smile: "I'm just a little... cranky."

"I can understand."

Since he didn't look very happy, Ginny impulsively stepped forward and gave him a quick, crisp kiss.

"Why is that?" Harry asked.

"Thank you for handling things well with Hermione this afternoon, Ron hasn't quite forgotten her, you know. I'm grateful that at least one of you has seen further into the future. I haven't had a lot of time with Hermione this year, I can't help but think if I'd known..."

"This year is very busy." He interjected, looking at her curiously.

Ginny looked at him sadly: "Without you, Ron, and Hermione, the next school year will be very strange to me. Of course I know our relationship is terminated indefinitely, but look at Hermione and Malfoy... damn Yes, Harry, if they can, why can't we?"

She couldn't figure out why he looked smug all of a sudden, but it disappeared before she could figure it out: "You and me, we're too complicated," Harry said objectively.

Ginny laughed dryly: "That's a conservative summary of the year. I don't think Alice Crawley is complicated, right?"

Harry shrugged. "It's like Finnegan is to you."

The slowly rising tension in the air made it impossible for the two to remain silent.

"Well said," Ginny finally said softly, "Then let's talk next time?"

"That couldn't be better."

She opened the portrait by the door: "So are you going to find Hermione?" He just stood there and Ginny asked him sharply.

Harry gave her the smile Ginny had never seen before, like a cat about to steal ice cream.

"I think I'm going."

How on earth did a teenage girl accumulate so much trash in seven years of school?Hermione spent the entire afternoon trying to sort through her huge number of belongings, such as "Books", "Clothes", "Personal Items" and "Miscellaneous".

At present, the pile of books is so high that it almost falls down to bury her, and the "personal items" are only a pitiful little bit.Krum's Valentine's Day card tucked into a sketchbook.Smiling, she took it out and put it in a shoebox full of cards and letters and a lot of Ron's doodles, including a Snape doodle that nearly put them all three in detention.

She had folded a raincoat and packed it in the "clothes" pile in the trunk when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Hermione didn't know who it would be, Ginny had already left for the Great Hall, and there was no one else in Gryffindor House except the head girl.

Then Hermione stared speechlessly at Draco standing in the doorway for a split second, he seemed to fill the space.

"Draco! How did you get in here?"

"Potter let me in." For some reason, he thought it was funny.

Seeing Draco in Gryffindor was like seeing a polar bear in the rainforest.Hermione blinked back to focus, he looked tense and dour in all black, but very handsome.Apparently he had a bath before dinner, luckily she didn't have time.

"I thought Harry was downstairs already, and we were going to dine together regardless of House."

"I've heard that too," he tapped his thigh quietly with his long fingers, "Are you going to invite me in, or do you just let me stand in the corridor and talk like this?" His tone was full of jokes.

Hermione blushed: "Of course, please come in." Why was she so clumsy about simple things as long as she was with him?Maybe arguing was the norm for them, and she cleared a gap in the bed, but he said he'd rather stand.

"What's the matter?" she asked immediately.

Draco's face turned serious: "Yes, indeed."

Hermione: "What is it?"

"Do you love me?"

She stared at him, unsure of her ears: "Draco," she asked him seriously, "what happened? Did it have something to do with your promise?"

"It's all right, except you're supposed to respond to me." If she hadn't been so agitated, Hermione would have noticed the unusual anger in his tone.

"You scare me, I didn't expect you to stand here, let alone bring up these... words." She began to calm herself down: "I really love you." She stared at her feet and whispered .

She could feel herself blushing almost to explode.

He grinned like a ten-year-old kid: "You don't know how happy I am to hear your answer." He held out his hand: "I'm going to show you something, come with me."

Hermione raised her eyebrows: "Now? What about dinner?"

"Get in the back row, it won't take a lot of time," he assured, in full Draco style, and Hermione could only laugh.She didn't want to immediately appear to welcome his interruption after the afternoon's events, but she was genuinely ecstatic.

"Okay, wait a minute," Hermione wanted to close the trunk, but the large amount of clothes made it difficult, and she wanted to sit on it: "By the way, I solved some puzzles earlier today."

"What puzzle?" He leaned against the door.

She smiled: "You... the source of the manure advertisement."

One second, two seconds... three, three and a half seconds: "You know now?" he replied.

That little pause was enough, he didn't know Notso Fertilizer's hat.

It wasn't Draco she was talking to now, and the realization hit Hermione like a high-speed Bludger.Her blood froze in her veins, and she prayed to God he didn't see the instant loss of color from her face.She dropped her eyes over his shoulder, wishing she looked natural, on the unused robe hanging from a hook behind the door.

Hermione stared intently at the wand in her left pocket, the tip of which was already showing.

Harry can use the Wandless Flying Charm at short distances.

But unfortunately she is not Harry Potter.

"Do you need help?" He looked at her suitcase meaningfully, she was not strong enough to solve the problem.

Damn, she suddenly wanted Lavender's ham-fisted innocence or Pansy Parkinson's cold wall.Her own seriousness was about to bury her now.She avoids direct eye contact with the liar, knowing that her obvious agitation will give her away right away.

Asking him for help would put him out of her path to get the wand.

"Yes," Hermione's smile was stiff, but it was still a smile: "I didn't expect my strength to be so weak."

He came over and bent down to touch the trunk.With the liar so close to her, Hermione could confirm her suspicions.Everything about him screamed "not Draco".It was a sudden surprise to think that she normally felt so much about Draco, since she felt nothing from the crouching stranger beside her.

He wasn't like Draco either, but the unsettling intimacy he displayed made Hermione ten times more nervous than before.

With a single click, the suitcase snaps back into place.

"Okay, done," he announced.

She said something offhand and rushed out to get her wand, and he jerked her past, his nose against her neck.

Hermione remembered again how tall Draco was and how strong he was compared to herself.How helpless she was in the face of the situation when his physical strength had the upper hand.She remembered that it wasn't Draco Malfoy's arm that was doing these things right now, that he wasn't holding her.

Play it or be found out.

She was safe in the castle, and Professor Lupine had warned them of the importance of doing everything in their power not to be taken elsewhere.

Where is Draco?How is he?The liar said Harry let him into Gryffindor Tower, so is Harry okay?He must have taken Polyjuice Potion, someone who knew about her relationship with Malfoy.If she didn't know the real face of this liar, at least she knew this.

Hermione forced her limbs to relax, just to be held.

He seemed encouraged, and to her horror, he lifted her chin to kiss her.

Every muscle in her body is ready to go, but she still maintains perfect calm. After a shallow kiss that lasted for a minute, she felt his tongue trying to push her tightly closed lips. Her previous efforts were wasted.

Hermione put her hand on his shoulder, which she hoped was a subtle signal for him to stop.

He didn't stop.

She felt Draco's big hand on the back of her head, kissing harder and harder.From being a little curious and probing, to being entangled to the death.She struggled, trying to turn her head away, and at the same time wanted to push him away with her hand.

"Stop!" Hermione gasped, reassured that he let her go.

He knew she knew it!The unscrupulousness on his face confirmed everything.Even when Draco was at his most ruthless, Hermione couldn't remember Draco looking at herself with such a brazenly malicious expression.

The liar snorted coldly and licked his lips in thought: "Yes, I should try my luck."

"Who are you?" Hermione asked, and Hermione wanted to spit at him, but it might annoy him.

He pretends to be wounded: "I'm the man you love, or are you so unkind that every boy catches your interest?"

He drew out his wand.

No, Hermione almost frantically rushed out to draw out her wand, but he was too fast, wrapped her around her waist, spun half a circle and threw it on the bed.

She flipped over to find the weapon, but her desk was across the room, and the crook held her down before she could kick or scream.No one could hear her cry for help, and he covered her mouth, and she found herself looking frantically into Draco's clear gray eyes, which were not the ones she was familiar with.

"I like you, Hermione, but my own ideals are more important. If I have to hurt you, I won't hesitate. You understand, right? Nod when you understand."

She nodded...then quietly bent her right knee, just wondering how hard he was pressing on her right leg.Hermione was pleasantly relieved to find that he was almost on her left leg and buttocks, and her hands were restrained, but she didn't need them.

Not now.

Liar smiles at her cooperation: "We get along, I guess."

He bowed his head obsequiously, and pressed a sticky kiss on her cheek: "You don't know how much I want to do this." He said hoarsely.

The first time they met Arne Hendrix in Knockturn Alley, Draco's teasing words rang out.

"Didn't your mother teach you how to use your knees?"

Mrs Granger certainly taught so.

Hermione bent her right knee and slammed it into the Liar's stomach.

As you can imagine, the pretentiousness on his face collapsed, and he curled up with a groan.

Wasting no time, Hermione kicked him frantically away before fleeing from the bed, vaguely noticing his hand reaching out to grab her but missing.

Three paces from the door, her fingers had almost touched the familiar smooth surface of her wand, when she heard a spell that stopped her in her tracks.

"Out of body!"